Evil dragon has a wa Chapter 396 - 396 395 Heartwarming

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Chapter 396: Chapter 395: Heartwarming

Russell had left, carrying with him the newly signed cigar trade treaty, as he stylishly departed from the sowhat damaged Evernight Castle.

“He who understands the tis is a true hero,”

Marquis Arno looked at the cracks on the wall and consoled himself, “The strength displayed by Russell, aside from the Dragon Knight, none can achieve… the remaining twenty percent profit, I’m not at a loss either.”

He held the power over the trade between two countries, the portion of profit from the cigar trade wasn’t essential for him; even without it, he could still make a fortune.

“However…”

The gaze of Marquis Arno shifted from the cracks on the castle walls, he squinted his eyes, “The rise of this young man bears unpredictable fortune and disaster, I must write to His Majesty quickly… If the Shadowfla Dragon really abandons the Shadowfla Family and chooses this young man…”

With that thought,

Marquis Arno quickly returned to his study, and then he started writing a letter.

“Respected my king, Lord of Scorching and Torrent Territories…” Marquis Arno wrote down everything about Russell’s promotion, not omitting any details, even including the cigar trade negotiations.

However, he skipped over the profit sharing, rely ntioning in passing that the two were collaborating in selling the Rain Dragon Cigars.

Finally,

he described in detail the power of Russell’s single sword strike.

“At that mont, I truly felt that with just one sword strike, even if I rged with the Bipedal Flying Dragon, I would still be slain by Russell. Although this strength is not one ten-thousandth of Yours, my king, I believe that no second person in the kingdom possesses this power.”

He paused for a mont,

Marquis Arno thought for a while and continued to write, “The affairs of Shadowfla Grand Duchy might undergo unexpected changes due to Russell’s presence, I hope my king will be fully inford—Your servant, a devoted younger brother in service, Arno Sunfire.”

After finishing the letter, he instructed a trusted servant to hand it over to the Phantom Pigeon Knight, to be sent back to the kingdom imdiately.

Marquis Arno then collapsed into a chair, limply extending his hands in front of him, closely examining his pale hands.

Though he wasn’t young, his hands showed not a trace of roughness, nourished at every mont by the Dragon Breath.

Unfortunately,

He could see from these hands that his strength was waning, “I… have been lying in the arms of luxury for too long.”

Recalling the scene where he was terrified by Russell’s thunderous swordsmanship, he was even more ashad.

“In my younger years, I once fought bitterly against Riding Blue Skin in the Snowfield… How is it that now I am scared by a re junior?” Reason told Marquis Arno that he ought to rouse himself and reclaim his past glory.

But his emotions and desires whispered secretly in his ear, “No, you don’t want to.””

Indeed.

Marquis Arno felt that he had lost the knight’s spirit of ambition; at this mont, all he wanted was to continue hiding in Evernight Castle, indulging in reckless enjoynt.

“Life, oh life, scarcely a hundred years, and I have already passed more than half, with grandchildren already born… Why trouble myself further?” He shook his head and chuckled bitterly, muttering to himself in self-mockery, “Even a peasant knows to enjoy ti with his grandchildren; I, Arno, have toiled all my life, what’s wrong with enjoying so pleasures!”

Thus, he called for the butler.

“Sir,”

“What is the extent of damage to the castle, it doesn’t affect normal use, does it?”

“The craftsn have inspected it once, so parts of the walls are sowhat loose, but it doesn’t affect the structural integrity of the castle. A slight repair and reinforcent with magic materials will restore it to its previous state,” the butler replied.

“Good, then have the craftsn do the repairs,” Marquis Arno said with a sweep of his hand, “Announce that tomorrow’s banquet, dance, and salon will continue as scheduled, without interruption!”

“Yes, sir.”

…

“That sword strike of yours truly shocked the city,” Uncle jie said as he sipped his beer, full of emotion.

Russell had dinner in l’s independent small castle.

Not only was Chosen Son l present, but Uncle jie and his wife were there too, as was Grandfather Count rlin, and even the aunt’s family was there.

With the family gathered, Uncle jie was very pleased.

He himself was just an ordinary Phantom Beast Knight, with no hope of becoming a dragon rider or reaching the second transformation, thus he all the more admired Russell’s achievents. Or rather, aside from a Dragon Knight, there was no knight who did not envy Russell’s accomplishnts.

Flying Dragon Knight, Lord of the Dragon Domain.

This is the ceiling of dreams that most knights can hope for.

“It’s chiefly because Marquis Arno still refuses to accept reality, so I had to show a little of my skills,” Russell said with a smile.

Count rlin stroked his beard. “Arno is a man who changes too quickly. I t him when I was young. Back then, he was a spirited Flying Dragon Knight. Who would have thought that in just over a year, he would beco a foolish man living in a drunken stupor?”

“Everyone has their own aspirations. Perhaps Marquis Arno, having toiled for half his life, just wants to enjoy himself,” Russell said.

Count rlin rebuked, “Such thinking is unacceptable for you, young man. We knights, having consud so much of the nation’s and territory’s resources, must not indulge in pleasure. Dying in the snowfield, having our bodies consud by fire, that is the ultimate fate of knights.”

Shaking the ash from his Frost Snow Cigar, Count rlin squinted and said, “Just like this cigar, burning until the last mont.”

Russell’s rise was teoric.

Cigars had beco synonymous with knights; smoking cigars had beco the fashion for every knight in the entire Shadowfla Grand Duchy.

Even following the trade routes of cigars, it started to form a similar fashion in the Scorching Torrent Kingdom.

“Father, have a drink,” Uncle jie, raising his wine glass, then turned to look at Saisiluo, who was sitting silently at the dining table eating, “Saisiluo, you toast to father too.”

Saisiluo was Russell’s uncle by marriage.

Russell’s Baron promotion ceremony, naturally, required the presence of all relatives, so his aunt’s family also ca to Red Castle for the event.

Hearing Uncle jie’s call, Saisiluo imdiately picked up his wine glass uneasily and looked at Count rlin, “Father-in-law, Saisiluo toasts to you.”

Count rlin’s wine glass paused mid-air.

Aunt linda looked expressionlessly at her husband, while stealthily glancing at Count rlin. Her cousin Saither, her cousin-in-law Nella, and her cousin Saither Wei all dared not even breathe a bit loudly; another cousin simply lowered her head.

They were all terrified of the potentially embarrassing mont.

Being grandchildren to Count rlin, their life circle until then had been limited to that rural estate.

Fortunately, Count rlin rely paused for a mont before carelessly sipping from his wine glass, which he seed to accept as Saisiluo’s toast.

Aunt linda looked deeply at Count rlin, saying nothing. Her cousin Saither, cousin-in-law Nella, and cousin Saither Wei all breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt a spontaneous surge of joy inside.

If Count rlin’s attitude softened, then Saisiluo could beco a true son-in-law to Count Flo Pot.

Their family’s life would undergo a trendous change as well.

Seeing this, Russell smiled and lifted his wine glass, “Uncle, uncle-in-law, I toast to you.”

Uncle jie laughed heartily, “Good, a toast from the Lord of the Dragon Domain, that’s a privilege not everyone enjoys.”

Saisiluo, his uncle-in-law, was sowhat overwheld, “Good, good.”

Not knowing what else to say, he rely lifted his head and downed the red wine in one gulp, then gratefully looked at Russell.

Had it not been for Russell’s invitation, their family would have had to continue nesting in the rural estate, without finding an opportunity to reconcile with Count rlin—Tributary River Mouth being so vast, even another baron or two could easily be accommodated; how could Saisiluo not be moved?

After a few drinks, the atmosphere eased.

Especially after Aunt linda, who had been arrogant for many years, took the initiative to toast Count rlin, the atmosphere beca completely harmonious.

Count rlin looked at Aunt linda’s family with a smile unlike his usual icy expression.

Especially touched by the greetings from Saither’s young children, four-year-old Saiken and two-year-old Saihan, who wobbled over with their juice glasses, crisply calling out, “Great-grandfather,” he, like a typical old man, lifted his glass and bent down to clink glasses with the two little ones.

The scene was sowhat heartwarming.

However, Russell could feel that not everyone present was happy to see this scene.

At least Lady Kuna, his great-aunt, rely offered a faint smile.

She had previously looked down on Lady ryl, who was married to Mr. Luo Man, so how could she look highly upon Aunt linda?

Of course.

Now, Lady Kuna’s superficial smile for Aunt linda’s family remained, but for Lady ryl and Russell, her enthusiasm was overwhelming; this was a strong boost for her son in securing his position as Grand Duke.

“Russell, your great-aunt also toasts to Baron Thunderfla of our Shadowfla Grand Duchy,” Lady Kuna said with a smile, raising her glass.